Alswytha
Rogue Werewolf
Former Alpha
Steeped in denial, the daily grind.
Posts: 79
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Post by Alswytha on Sept 22, 2007 1:19:54 GMT
Alswytha’s laugh was light, misleading, like some kind of flower with venomous thorns hidden beneath the petals. “The male is the one who left our pack after his father was killed in battle; ran away, as if ashamed. Remember?” She moved closer to her mate, wrapping her arms around him from behind, breathing in his musky scent around his shoulders and neck. “Pathetic. They’ll be dealt with easily enough.”
She was arrogant, yes, but it was deserved. Together, she and Gareth could not only take down Stanton and his bitch, but the shameful male and his mate too; both sets of pack ‘leaders’ — she was loathe to even think the title in conjunction with any of them — were insolent pups, and nothing more. They had nothing compared to what Alswytha and Gareth had; not even close.
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Gareth
Rogue Werewolf
Former Alpha
Well you cannot run, you cannot hide - evil has its dark design...
Posts: 71
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Post by Gareth on Oct 21, 2007 22:39:04 GMT
His arms folded lightly over those of his mate, fingers playing lightly over her smooth skin. She was confident in their combined abilities, and rightfully so. Gareth knew that they would have their birthright back; not only their former pack, but most likely additions from Stanton's 'rival' across town. There numbers might even surpass the original pack, at that point, make them stronger and from there? Who knew.
"This will be most entertaining," he rumbled, pleased.
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Alswytha
Rogue Werewolf
Former Alpha
Steeped in denial, the daily grind.
Posts: 79
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Post by Alswytha on Nov 7, 2007 19:42:17 GMT
She and Gareth were born leaders, and that pack was theirs, by every right; they had fought for it, bled for it, killed for it, and by god, they would have it back, one way or another. They were going to have to take it by force, that much was obvious, but with the slack manner in which Stanton and his bitch were running things, it likely wouldn’t be too difficult to reclaim it. Alswytha was almost looking forward to beating down their ‘fighters’ and showing them just how inferior they were, being led by weak impostors, false Alphas in every sense.
“Mmm,” she rumbled against the back of Gareth’s neck, brushing her lips over the skin there, smiling seductively and wickedly. “It will indeed, my love…” Without granting him the full kiss she had teased at she graced her brow over his shoulder, settling her cheek against the strong, broad blade there. “Shall we?” Her wolf was restless, itching to explore and prowl, and who was she to deny it?
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Gareth
Rogue Werewolf
Former Alpha
Well you cannot run, you cannot hide - evil has its dark design...
Posts: 71
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Post by Gareth on Dec 12, 2007 21:35:45 GMT
Alswytha's excitement was more than obvious. Calm and collected as she usually was, he could sense when she was eager for something. "Let's be off, then," the old wolf rumbled. "I'd hate for you to have to wait any longer, my dear.
The rather pleasant weather outside meant they would not be needing jackets or anything of the sort. Gareth held the door open for his mate as they made their exit and shut it behind her, fishing the key from his pocket and turning the lock. With a fanged half-smile to Alswytha, he settled a possesive hold around her waist as they set off.
Continued in: Rayne's Territory; Alleys and Streets; Backstreets
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